I’ve been doing a flurry of my regular baking plus some casseroles trying some options (I’ve yet to use Sabbath mode) but appear to have lost track. My dad informed me that he finished my pie and he thought it was delicious. When did I make a pie? I haven’t made one in weeks, and it was clearly done in one of my pie dishes. So either I’m baking with such ferocity my mind is repressing the memory or my dad just finished of a pie that saw Obama inaugurated. Hm..